A couple days ago Clover came home crying about eir “wiggly” tooth.
This doesn’t affect me in anyway possible, expect perhaps in marking that my baby isn’t really a baby, and will soon have the non-baby teeth to show for it.
However… it kinda freaked me out!
I mean, I remember my loose teeth, and the weirdness of it wiggling, and that one time I fell on the playground and saw it drop from my mouth and bounce around on the porous floor of the play set until finally dropping down into the sand beneath, never to be seen again (I didn’t get any money for that one, my parents were apparently sticklers for tooth fairy “rules”).
I have been here to give C lots of support and am willing to discuss it at length, but gah, some things I could happily skip over.
Tonight we had pizza help it along, and finally a popcicle to finish the job. There was some manic reevaluation of reality, but after a little bit of bleeding and a lot of cheering, I think kiddo is gonna be okay.
